Just as Old Master Chu was feeling uneasy.
Yan Jiu plucked a hair from Old Master Chu's head.
White hair moves on its own even without wind.
It drifted slowly into the distance.
Yan Jiu led Old Master Chu across the River of Oblivion and arrived at a place where houses of various styles were built.
Old Master Chu hadn't even stood up properly yet.
Then he heard a voice that was very familiar to him.
"Who said that? My youngest son may be as weak as a cat, but he can support the entire Chu family of over thirty people. Can your son, Old Man Liu, do the same? Don't move, plop! I've won again! Pay up! Still not? I'll smash your head!"
Yan Jiu: "..." That's outrageous.
Old Master Chu was on the verge of tears: That scoundrel is determined to make me see my father!
He and Yan Jiu explained so much in the study.
So, there's no way to avoid it after all?
Old Master Chu silently turned his back.
He looked like he didn't want to see his father.
Then I heard it.
The voice continued.
"Stop licking poop after the show. Not only does it make your mouth stink, but it also makes your IQ drop. 80 billion minus 25 billion clearly equals 90 billion. Look at you, I'm helping you calculate it, and you're jumping up and down with excitement. Why are you glaring at me? Are you angry? I'm just concerned about you, aren't you? Aren't you happy? Okay then, I won't stop you from licking poop next time, alright?"
Old Master Chu felt as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat.
He looked utterly hopeless.
Why did he have to suffer all this?
Is it absolutely necessary for him to see his father today?
Was Yan Jiu's sword strike a necessary mistake?
at the same time.
As Master Chu was speaking, he noticed the movement behind him and immediately saw Yan Jiu, whose soul form was dressed in black.
His pupils contracted.
My soul is completely broken.
Oh my god.
Instead of focusing on sealing things up, the black-clad underworld officials are busy investigating gambling gatherings. Isn't that going to cost them their lives?!
Before Master Chu could come up with a solution.
He then saw Old Master Chu with his back to him.
He recognized the cane he used to hold.
Shocked.
Grandpa Chu slapped Old Master Chu on the head: "Why did you come down here too, you brat?"
Old Master Chu felt the familiar slap.
My eyes were suddenly filled with hot tears.
He staggered back, tripped and fell, got up and called out, "Dad..."
Old Master Chu took a half step back and clicked his tongue: "You fall down after just a few steps, no wonder people call you Big Faller!"
Old Master Chu: "..." Please find a crack in the ground so I can crawl into it.
When Grandpa Chu saw that Old Master Chu looked even older than him, he felt gratified and called out to his three or five friends.
“This is my youngest son whom I often mention to you. This is your second uncle Liu, third uncle Yin, fourth aunt Li, fifth uncle Hou, sixth aunt Wu… You came down at just the right time, so we won’t be short one person when we play mahjong anymore.”
Old Master Chu said softly, "Father, I'm not dead yet."
Grandpa Chu waved his hand, indicating his complete understanding: "I know you're having a hard time accepting your death; I felt the same way. Wait, you really do seem to be a living soul. Which blind underworld messenger summoned you here? Come, tell me quietly, it wasn't that black-clad underworld messenger beside you, was it?"
Grandpa Chu followed his father's gaze and looked at Yan Jiu.
He really wanted to tell the other person that it was his granddaughter.
Then I saw it.
As Yan Jiu strode over.
The group of people playing mahjong scattered and fled.
Old Master Chu straightened his chest and said, "Your Excellency, we are not gambling, but cultivating our minds..."
Yan Jiu interrupted, saying, "Hello, Great-Grandpa."
Master Chu: "..." What was she yelling about just now?
Old Master Chu glanced at Yan Jiu with a mournful look. He hadn't overlooked his father's way of addressing Yan Jiu as a ghost messenger, and couldn't help but sigh that this unlucky child was indeed hiding something from him.
Look how scared his dad was, he even admitted his mistake.
This was the first time he had ever seen his father so speechless and hastily admit his mistake.
Why do I feel a strange, tingling sensation?
He could tell from the conversation between Master Chu while they were playing cards that his father was proud of him.
He is not a useless person.
That's enough.
That's enough.
After thinking it through, Old Master Chu hurriedly said, "Father, this is Huai Chong's eldest daughter, your great-granddaughter."
Yan Jiu replied obediently, "Grandpa, just call me Xiao Jiu."
A long, long time later.
Grandpa Chu finally recovered from his shock.
He looked at Yan Jiu's face.
This child's good looks clearly don't come from the Chu family; she must have inherited genes from her mother.
After holding it in for a long time, Master Chu finally managed to utter only one sentence: "Good, good boy."
Upon hearing this...
The other "people" who had fled slipped back.
Suddenly, his eyes met Yan Jiu's.
You can see the sharp, cold light emanating from Yan Jiu's eyes.
Unlike those from the main sect.
He seems more like the villain described in the book.
They looked at each other in bewilderment.
While feeling puzzled and confused.
It's rare for everyone to share the same sentiment.
From now on, we'll have to listen to Old Man Chu boast even more.
Why don't they have any descendants to boast about?
I'm annoyed and fed up.
These days are hopeless!
Sudden.
A commotion arose in the distance.
Old Master Chu became serious: "I don't know how you got here, but get out of here quickly."
Uncle Liu muttered, "The earthquakes are happening more and more frequently. It seems that the underworld officials have not been able to strengthen the seal."
Grandpa Chu asked curiously, "What seal?"
Old Master Chu slapped him across the face and urged him to leave: "You'll know after you die. Knowing so much now won't do you any good. Go back to where you came from. I don't want to see you again for a long time, do you hear me?"
His unspoken meaning was that he didn't want Old Master Chu to come down and keep him company so soon, but he didn't know if his silly son could understand.
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